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Vin

She doesn’t struggle, doesn’t move. Just lays across my shoulder and takes my caveman move like the good girl she is. I love it. I love everything about her. Just as I’ve loved her from the moment I met her.

Our initial courtship was much different than this roleplay weekend has unfolded. As our scene began, so did the beginning of our relationship. Cady was difficult, commitment shy, unwilling to give up her independence. But rather than resort to kidnapping her, which I was sorely tempted to do a few times in the beginning, I slowly wooed her. Taking the time to show her how good we can be together. She’d been interested in BDSM, but never tried it before. I had a history of play partners, but knew she was different. Special. We were the perfect match of Dominant and submissive. It didn’t take her long to agree that we had something special.

We dated for two years and got married a year ago. Today is our first wedding anniversary.

When she approached me about this roleplay idea of hers a few months back, she’d been shy and hesitant. After hearing her out I was all in. I’d wanted to throw her down right then and there and kiss her six ways to Sunday for being brave enough to tell me. My girl really is the whole package. Sweet, beautiful and bold in her submission. Never afraid to glory in the ultimate submission of giving up her power to a man she trusts.

I’d been like a kid in a candy store setting up her dream dungeon, buying toys, imagining using them on her. Her responses to every scenario I threw at her had been a thing of beauty. Right from the moment I picked her up, binding her and tossing her in my trunk to the St. Andrew’s Cross, the violet wand, the clothespins. She’d loved it all.

Now this. Anal sex. One of the few things she’d been too scared to try. Until recently. Until she thought up this weekend. I think maybe she needed a push. Needed to be forced so she didn’t have to make the choice herself. It was too bad we’d been interrupted by my call, or I would have crossed that barrier first thing this morning. Pulled her out of her cage and taken that anal cherry.

Time to remedy that situation right now. I descend the stairs, careful not to bounce her too hard on my shoulder. Wouldn’t want that delicate belly to bruise. Only her ass, thighs and shoulders. Everything else is off limits, too easy to hurt my baby.

I set her on her feet next to the spanking bench and kneel down at her feet. I reach under the apron, loving the look of the frilly cupcake pattern and pull her panties down her thighs. They’re red and lacy, just the way I love them. She’s shivering under my hands. Nervous maybe. She won’t be for long. Soon she’ll see just how intense and awesome anal sex can be. It’s not for everyone, but I know Cadence will love it. She responds like a gem to my finger or the plug in her ass. She’ll enjoy this too.

She moves to the bench but I stop her from laying across it. Make her stand perfectly still as I contemplate the instruments on the wall. Then I grab the spreader bar and turn back to her. She’s eyeing it like she would a snake. It’s not her favourite toy, but she’s getting used to it. I want her nice and open to me as I slide into that hot tight ass and fuck it.

I bend at her feet again and she stands wordless, submissive, as I place the cuffs on her ankles and then force her to open her legs wider, almost as wide as the spreader goes. I look up at her and there’s a beautiful grimace twisting her features. She’s uncomfortable. Good. I love testing her this way. Love seeing her at war with herself as I push her to the limit, fucking with her desires.

I stand up and help her shuffle until she’s facing the bench. She sucks in a breath as I lay her across it, pressing her with a hand at the small of her back. I admire the frilly little bow of her apron where it sits snug against her waist. “I’m not going to cuff your hands, baby. You need to just hang on and not let go. Got it?”

“Yes, Master,” she murmurs, reaching out to grip the bar.

I kneel again and press my face against her ass, licking her from pussy to anus. She jumps and squeaks but her legs begin to quake as I settle in, eating her from behind. I lick her through her first orgasm, then I dig my fingers into her dripping pussy and move my mouth up to her perfect little rosebud. She makes a muffled sound of protest, but I ignore her as I settle into her, using mouth and tongue on her ass. She agreed to this weekend, allowed her ass to become part of our negotiations. I’m not letting her renege on our agreement.

I hook my fingers against her sweet spot and rub her until she’s moaning her pleasure and flooding my hand with cum. Soon she’s pressing herself backwards against my lips, begging me to keep eating that little asshole. I grin against her. I fucking knew she’d love this.

After pushing her through a third orgasm I stand and reach for the lube. She’s as ready as she’ll ever be. Drained from coming hard, so many times, but primed and ready for more. I pour a liberal amount of lube onto my hand, warm it up first and then massage it into her asshole. I do this twice more until the lube is practically dripping from her and I’ve worked my finger inside her hot, tight little hole. She’s moaning and wiggling against me, begging for more. I give it to her, adding another finger.

“Okay, Cady?” I ask, momentarily forgetting the roleplay in my need to make sure she’s safe and enjoying herself. “You ready to take my cock?”

She looks over her shoulder, her eyes bright with need and nods. “Yes, Master. I want it.”

“Fucking good girl,” I grunt, pulling my fingers from her ass and replacing them with my dick.

I hold her hips in a hard grip and gently but firmly pull her back onto my cock, watching intently as the helmet slides through the lube and disappears into her ass. She grunts but holds steady, doesn’t try to escape my grip. I ease in a little further, giving her time to stretch. I pull back and then thrust forward again, just an inch. Not too much yet. She’s panting now.

I reach under her and run my fingers over her clit until she’s wiggling again, moaning her pleasure, ready to come. Then I slide in further until I’m halfway home. She cries out but when she looks back there’s an expression of amazement on her face. She bites her lip and pushes back experimentally, willingly forcing more of my cock inside. My head starts buzzing at the tight squeeze of her. She’s sucking me in like she’ll never let go and I don’t know how long I can last this way.

Finally, I thrust home, giving her clit a little pinch as I do. She moans in response and quivers, the need to come riding her hard now.

“Not until I’m ready, Cadence,” I say sternly, purposely using the full version of her name.

“I’ll try,” she murmurs.

“You’ll fucking wait.” I slap her ass cheek hard. “Or I’ll spend the rest of this weekend edging you, not letting you come.”

“No, Master,” she pants. She hates being edged. My greedy girl loves her orgasms with a wholehearted enthusiasm.

“Then you wait, and we come together.” My voice is a command, demanding her compliance.

I start moving inside her, pulling back out of the heated grip that clings to me, begging me to stay before pushing forward, back into her. She groans as I begin fucking her ass in earnest. I’d meant to go easy this first time, but she’s responding beautifully, pushing back against me, quaking with the need to come. I keep up the pressure on her clit, strumming her until she’s a keening mess, begging me to let her orgasm fly.

I want to deny her, want the feel of my cock in her ass to go on forever. But I won’t last. I’m seconds away from coming myself. My balls up tight against the base of my cock, ready to pump that seed into her.

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